A Fairy Is Born

By Michael Hopkins

One clear evening over the enchanted forest, all was calm and quite. There was no wind and unlike usual there was no stirring of magical creatures in the darkness. The moon was full and its light glimmered through the trees into a round clearing.

To an untrained eye this clearing, in the middle of a very dense magical forest, seemed somewhat normal. One might wonder how this spot was so void of tree or maybe you would wonder who had cleared this spot and why, but the secret of the clearing would go on hidden away. The clearing in fact had great significance in the battle that raged on in the quite and darkness of the nights in the forest. The biggest players in the war were fairies. Yep, Fairies, are the most powerful in terms of doing good or evil. They are the leaders of all good and bad around the world.

Some may say that this is not true that it is the devil. The devil does play his part but it is the fairies the really entice things to do good or bad. For centuries artists have portrays little winged red devils attemting to tempt some poor soul into doing something evil. Well those are actually evil fairies. Evil fairies are red and good fairies or white. It makes sense when you think about it.

The sky grows brighter and brighter and for a while it is like all of the ground and trees and bushes around the perfect circle where lit up like a clear night after a long day of snow. This circle is the birthplace of fairies. All fairies were born here, all fairies were born in the same season on the same full moon of each tenure. Tonight there will be another, new fairy will be sent, or become into existence to never die lest it be killed by another fairy in one of the seven ways.

The bright night then diminishes and everything becomes dark as the darkest night. It is as if the moon decided to take a break from shining and just stopped shining for a while. But the stars, the stars glistened and became brighter and brighter. They burned the sky with their brilliance.

Two stars, shooting stars, one traveling directly south and the other directly west, came closer and closer to one another as if they would hit. They do hit and the stars keep moving in their respective paths. Another line starts on impact and travels directly toward the circle, to the exact center.

On impact, the light grows into a ball and brightens everything until the whole circle is burned with the light from the star. This phenomenon would explain why no trees grow in the circle and why the it is an exact circle where nothing but a little grass grows. Now there is no grass. The light recedes except for a little white spec of light where now lies the youngest fairy that now exists.

To Be Continued.